Last night, Neville and I went to Tuesday night social volleyball with the Melbourne Spikers. It was Nev's first time since primary school and whilst I played through the majority of the 90s, even travelling to New York for 2 weeks for it, I can't remember the last time I was actually on a court.
Needless to say, this morning my knees are a little bit more noisy, travelling up and down stairs is slightly painful, I've got that broken capillary rash on my forearms and my right wrist gets agitated easily. This is nothing though considering halfway through last night I thought I had broken my right forearm.
I freakin' love volleyball.
My kneepads are arriving some time this week which means next week I can throw myself around a bit more. I did smile a little when I was pulling on my socks this morning and saw a little bruise on my knee. Indoor court volleyball isn't that popular a sport here so buying a good pair of kneepads isn't as easy as walking into your local sports store. I don't even think I have a local sports store. Anyway, I wanted a pair of Mizunos with patella support and I have some coming. No J1, I did not wear my skate pads.
Speaking of skating, I hope volleyball doesn't interfere with my skating and vice versa. Not that I'm actually skating. My intention to skate, if you will. I now fully appreciate my uncomfortable wrist guards.
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